Muscular Maid

A certain maid catches the attention of his employer

The sun was rising through the small window, iron bars crisscrossing it. I woke up with a daze, sitting in an unfamiliar room. I was likely drugged, but it might just be dehydration. I’m guessing I’ve been taken to some faraway or even overseas prison, somewhere in the Caribbean if the humidity was any indication. I peered around the room a little. It was better than most I’ve had. I was arrested almost a year ago because the government connected my estranged brother to a plot against the United States. As if I knew where a brother I’d seen about twice in the last ten years was hiding out. A loud buzz came on, and I flinched.

Maverick

I opened the cell door to our newest inmate. This man was taken by the U.S. to get information on a credible threat against our national security, but turned out to know very little. We couldn’t really release him after that treatment, right? The press would be all over this. So I get a new personal project. I manage this section of the base, and it’s just me and a few guards. Which means, I get free roam to pursue my favorite pastime: breaking potential subs. I open the cell of the new inmate. The easiest way I’ve broken down these inmates is mostly psychologically or sexually. Some are so deprived that I can mold them to be whatever I need. And lately, I’ve been feeling a little lonely. Now this gangly, tall, tan inmate is just what I need. Sure, I’d need to bulk him up a bit and give him some muscle, but that may take a while considering I may have to starve him a little at first.
“Inmate, up against the wall. Hands up, feet spread apart.” I barked. He flinched a little, but didn’t move. I took my baton out, and he stood up and did as I say. With these new ones, you gotta break them hard and quick. I made sure he hadn’t drank in the last 24 hours from his transport. I pulled out a chilled water bottle.
“Thirsty?” I asked. He nodded.
“Great. Well all you gotta do is show me just how much. Give me a small kiss, right here.” I tapped against my bellybutton under my shirt. “And I’ll give you the bottle.” He shook his head.
“Fine by me, but as you waste more of my time, you’ll have less to drink and it’ll be less cool.” I said. I unscrewed the cap, and titled the bottle back, taking a long sip. Then, as he watched, I sat on his cot and pushed the bottle in between my thighs, heating it up. I took out my small book, and began reading.

Oliver

I glowered at the soldier. From the stripes on his uniform, he was fairly high level. I was bisexual, but not jerk-sexual. The man was handsome, though. High cheekbones and a short beard, with a body that clearly takes lots of training. His arms bulged against the fabric of his shirt. He started with the humiliation right away, making me beg for the water. At first I just cursed him in my mind. What kind of sick human rights violation was this? Most likely, just a ruse to see how long it’d take for me to break But twenty minutes passed, and I couldn’t catch his bluff. He kept sipping the water, it was around half full now. And some condensation was forming from the heat between his meaty thighs. My throat was parched. I had to give in. I frustratedly walked over to him, closed my eyes, and bent down. I pecked at his lower abdomen through his shirt. He gave me a smile. He was handsome. He didn’t uncuff me, however. He took the bottle, opened it, then poured it all down my throat as I quickly swallowed so it didn’t spill out of my mouth. Then, he got up and left.

The next day, I woke up shivering. It was extremely cold in the cement room. It wasn’t like this before, but I highly doubt it’s unintentional. The door opened, and I looked up at the soldier from before. He was sweating throughout his entire body, a stark comparison to my shivering. He was wearing a thick sweatshirt, and a little out of breath, as if he just went for a run. The sweatshirt had large spots of sweat on it. He tore it off, throwing it on top of me, and left. I quickly put it on, covering myself. It had a strong scent of man, and the acrid scent of piss and dick. I could tell he had smeared some cum on it, and probably a few drops of piss. It was mostly sweat, and I was desperate for warmth, so I curled into it, no choice but to breathe in the smell. It was comfortable.

For the first few hours, I had to pinch my nose under the sheets. But eventually I became used to the warmth and the smell. When I peeked my head outside, the air seemed thin. Inside the hoodie, I breathed in slower, relaxing. I slowly drifted back to sleep, hibernating the entire day.

The cold kept going. Freezing air was coming out of the vents, I realized. I also noticed the hoodie was gone now. The same soldier, yet again, barged into the room. With him, he had a thick blanket. He took off his clothes, without a word. I tried to avert my eyes but my eyes caught on thickly muscled, hairy thighs. He stripped to his boxers, and laid down on the bed. I looked up from the corner. With his boxers, he covers himself in the thick wool blanket. I started towards it, shaking from touching the icy floor against my bare feet.

“If you want to warm up, you may. But only if you sit between my legs. I refused, shaking my head. What the hell is this? Around 45 minutes to an hour passed. At least it felt like that. I wasn’t going to sit on a man’s lap like some desperate doll. But the cold only increased. After around an hour and a half, shivering, I gave up. I stood, flinching from the cold, and uncovered his lap. I sat between his legs, and he tossed the warm blanket on top of me. I smelled something familiar. Something warm. Slowly, even though my brain screamed at me not to, I rested my face against his boxers and inhaled. I released a relaxed sigh. Then, I quickly jerked my head away from his taint, realizing what I was doing.
“I know it’s confusing. Those days of cold, where you could only find comfort in my smell in my hoodie, you found something out. You’ll learn here, the only comfort you have is me. And you’ll beg for it soon.” I shook my head. But felt my head lean back towards the comfortable smell and warmth.

The next day, the cold continued. He threw me another soaked sweatshirt, and I wore it quickly. I inhaled at the warmth of it, the sweet feeling and smell of comfort.

My stomach growled. Sometimes, a guard would bring me pouches of food I would squeeze into my mouth, but it was never enough to keep me hungry. At least the temperature was getting warmer. It was a good day. The temperature was completely bare able, and I had been given two pouches of food. In the afternoon, I guessed by the light, that prison warden (?) guy dropped by. He tossed a sweat-soaked sweatshirt. I wasn’t really cold. I slipped it on anyway, tentatively inhaling at the smell. It didn’t exactly smell good, or sweet, but it was comfortable. These last few weeks, these smells and warmth was my only comfort.

The door propped open.

Maverick

The prisoner that had caught my eye was smelling my sweat off a dirty sweatshirt. I had worn it for a few days and did a couple workouts in it, despite the humidity. I grinned as I watched him through the cameras slowly associate my smell and bodily fluids with warmth and comfort. It was time for the next steps.

I opened the door to his cell. He was getting skinny, and that wouldn’t work. I like my subs more muscular. Not as much as me, but at least lean. I also needed him pliant. What’s the oldest-age behavioral training tool? Electricity.

I came closer to the nervous prisoner. I think his name was Oliver. He has beautiful green eyes and brown hair, with a straight jawline. He was definitely attractive. I reached into my pocket to hold the surprise I had for him. A strictly small chastity cage. It was fitted with two electrodes, meant for soft zaps to his genitals. Well, I doubt they’ll feel soft. I looked into his eyes, tearing down his shorts. He grunted in surprise and protest, but I quickly pinned his hands above his head. He wasn’t exactly strong right now, but that’ll change. I quickly looped the cage around his dick and balls, enclosing it with a small padlock. I attached the electrode device to his thigh, where it could shock him.
“W-what’re you doing?” He asked softly.
“Great question! I’m installing a chastity cage on you, so you can’t get hard. Though you may want to soon. I wheeled in a small television set. I clicked it on, and a long gay porn scene played. Bored out of his mind, he perked up. I sat in the corner, watching him. He ignored me, intently looking at the screen. His dick started trying to expand, and sensitive skin pushed out against the iron bars. He winced, and his cock went back down. This cycle continued, until he started breathing hard.
“Turn around.” I said. He didn’t make a move, so I clicked a button on the remote, his face froze up, and his body shook from electric shock. His muscles all clenched, and he fell back onto the bed. I heard loud groaning as I tossed him, flipping him onto his stomach. His buttocks were clenched, hard. I massaged them for a second as the television emitted loud moans. His ass relaxed, and I shoved the lubricated vibrator into his ass as he groaned, loud. That should do it. I left, telling the guard monitoring his room through cameras that he should turn on the vibrator every thirty minutes, the soft shocks to his dick every three hours, and to shock him through the thigh shocker if he tries to remove any of his new garments.

One week later. Oliver

I moaned, grinding into my coarse bed. For the past I don’t know how many days, I have been tortured through continued edging. I can feel myself getting close to an orgasm, but the cage restricts it and the shocks to my balls make me soft. Rotating porn is constantly shown on the television. I grew feral, rutting into the mattress before getting a shock. I was getting desperate. I must cum. I need this fucking cage off my dick. And this painful stick out of my ass. He stuck some round device up there, vibrating and making me see stars. I tried to take it out, but I was quickly shut down. I thought about that handsome soldier. If only he’d come down. At this point, I’d lick a line from the tip of his toe, all the way through his hairy torso to his chin. My mind was clouded in glazed lust. He could do anything to me, that sexy thing, I just need to come. As if I summoned the beast, the door buzzed open. I continued rutting against the bed. I looked up at his sexy smirk, my face burning red.
“Please let me cum.” I said softly. I just couldn’t get enough friction on my dick, and the vibrator just barely brought me close to the edge.
He chucked a little.
“Okay. Let’s see just how much you want it. If you lick my foot, I’ll make you cum. If you also want release from that cage, drink two glasses of my piss.” He said. Tempting. It all sounded hot, out of his sexy mouth, but probably just because I was so worked up. Without more words, I tore off his shoe. I need to get this over with so I can cum. I took my tongue to his wet foot, licking a line off his foot. I shook from a mixture of disgust and being turned on. He smiled wide, showing perfect feet. Then, he took a remote in his hand and pressed a button. Suddenly, the tickling vibrator in my ass shook in power. It slammed against my prostate, and I screamed as he laughed. My dick swelled and I bit back the pain.
“Make it stop!” I strained.
“You said I make you cum. Here you go.” He said. He kept the vibration high, and the pain merged with pleasure. I rutted at his thigh. As the vibrator smashed against my prostate, I felt my locked cock spill cum.








I had a long day of doing absolutely nothing ahead of me. I work at a large tech company remotely, doing their accounting. I was good at it, but being stuck at home all day certainly didn’t help my love life. My only visitors, the twice-weekly cleaning service, used their key to get in. But instead of my normal cleaning lady, who I’ve known for years, a large, burly man entered the house. I tensed for a good minute as I hid and stared, but he just took off his crewneck and got to work. I sighed in relief, but when he turned to face me, I gasped a little. A beautiful, tanned Hispanic face, sharp and wide, covered in a short beard. A v-neck with a wide gap displayed a large, hairy chest. His hair was short and jet black. I knew I looked good, but this was definitely a once-in-a-blue-moon hottie. Now I just needed to check if he was gonna ruin all the things I wanted to do to him by being straight. I hopped in the bathroom, not closing the door all the way. I jumped in the shower quickly, grabbing my towel and standing behind the door. As I had guessed, he’d moved to the bathroom, and the door swung open. His eyes bulged, almost popping out of my head, but after a second, sweet, sweet redness climbed his cheeks. I saw a slight movement in his groin. Victory was oh, so sweet. He yelled out a profuse apologies.
“Sir, I’m very sorry!” He said in a deep voice as the door slammed shut. Well I was not sorry at all. Now I can move forward with my plan.

When the mysterious new himbo of a cleaning man finished, I emailed the company to update them about my new uniform requirements, paying their hefty fee. I was torn between something skimpy and a suit or tuxedo, both would look amazing. I decided I can’t live my days without seeing his body again, so I decided on a white medium-sized v-neck tank top. I bet he sweats a lot with all that body hair, which the lack of clothing and color would more than show. Oh, how exciting.

Three days later, the same man appeared at my door. He let himself in, and I was glad to see my new uniform was on. The clothes were definitely too tight, this guy was most likely in extra large territory because of his height and muscles. Speaking of, the tank top was definitely a correct choice because bulging biceps hung over swaths of jet-black hair under. Delicious and exciting.

When he finished cleaning, I finally spoke. “Come sit down.” I said, and he looked at me confused, exhaustion hinting at his eyes.
“You could use this.” I had poured him an electrolyte drink with ice. He looked down at me gratefully and accepted the drink cautiously, but didn’t sit down. This means that in front of me, his shirt rose above his pant line, and a thick slab of meat and hairy abdomen greeted my eyes.
“Sit down for a sec.” I said again, and he did. This guy was definitely not a talker. It was already nighttime, and I raised my eyes as I saw his eyes drift to sleep. Oh, yes please. I watched him for a while, and he raised his feet up on the couch in front of me. I—extremely gently—unlaced his shoes and took them off. I didn’t want to wake him, especially after he worked so hard. I peeled off each sock for good measure. They were damp with sweat, but in case you didn’t know this about me, this only elated me. I tiptoed to my bedroom, bringing a large blanket and covering his body.

Alessandro

I woke up to possibly the most comfortable sleep I’ve had since I was a child. I shut my eyes further, my lumpy twin bed has gone soft. Oh, no. My eyes flew open. This was not my old twin mattress. This was a—couch? Suddenly, memories of the day before flew in my mind. It was my day off, but instead of going home and collapsing on my bed, I had taken to a client’s living room?! I’m so fired. Panicking, I quickly rose up from the couch only to realize I was in my boxers. I remembered it being hot, and I tore off my clothes and threw them in the corner of the room unconsciously. Well, they weren’t there now. I looked around suspiciously, but no one was there, so I raced to the laundry room to find my clothes.
“Hey!” I heard behind me, and I gasped. I turned around slowly, both hands covering my bulge through my grey boxers.
“I washed your clothes, figured you couldn’t wear them again like this.” My boss, a young, hot, lean thing, looked up at me. He was an inch or two shorter than me, but very masculine. His eyes were inquisitive, and I stared at his porn ‘stache. My dick started to grow. Fuck. Never being good with words, I nodded quickly and took the clothes, but he pulled them away.
“Have breakfast first.” He gestured to the table, and walked toward it before I could grab them. I sat down, face hot with embarrassment, as he put down a variety of delicious breakfast foods in front of me. Luckily, he took out a newspaper—how very old school—and ate his breakfast quietly as I gobbled up the delicious food. I quickly finished.
“T-thank you. I should get going.” I said awkwardly, gesturing for the clothes. He gave them to me, and I gratefully put on the tight clothes in front of him, and he stared.
“Tell your company I want you here every day now. Lots to get done. I need you to get in early and stay till evening.” He said, taking my plate. At first, I scrambled to deny this. But this is the first client that hasn’t been intimidated by my size. Most families didn’t want a huge, muscular man to go rummaging through their things. I had few other clients, and this was going to be a huge payday. I smiled, and mumbled “Alright, sir.” He smiled wide.
“Good. Would you like to sleep here, again?” He asked, and I turned around, but he was only a few inches from me. Flustered, I froze. He leaned in to kiss me. My dick hardened quick. Why was a client kissing me?! I tore away from his lips.
“I’m sorry sir! I can’t, you’re a client!” I yelled out, and ran out. Grateful my phone and keys were still in my pant pocket, I scrambled to my car. I got home completely exhausted. Home was an apartment littered with bunk beds. There were maybe eight or nine of us now in the small apartment. But it was worth the $500 a month rent. When I got to my building, cop cars were everywhere, silent lights blaring with a few officers outside. I noticed my landlord talking to them.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I said, panic reaching my voice.
“You a tenant of 14B?” He said.
“Yeah, what’s the issue?”
“Your landlord has been illegally taking on more residents than his lease allows, taking advantage of both the building and his tenants.”

Everything after that was a blur. I had gotten in my car and drove back to my boss. Maybe he would let me have a guest room. When I stopped the car, I stopped my silent tears and knocked on the door. He came to the door after a few minutes, looking half asleep and very shirtless. Muscles adorned his body. I admired before he cleared his throat. “What happened?”
I explained the situation to him, and he let me in.
“He immediately kissed me and I kissed him back. He was warm and exactly my type. A muscular, creamy white body and a sharp face, dominating personality. It was hard to find a romantic partner where everything expected someone of my size to be a dom top, when I was exactly the opposite. Luckily, he took control quickly.
“You know what you need to take your mind off of it. A good spanking.” He said into my lips as he squeezed my muscular ass. I froze. My pupils dilated from lust, but my mouth took control. “W-what? No.” I said defiantly. “I don’t like it.” I lied. He smiled, seeing through it.
“How about I give you the best spanking of your life. If your dick is rock hard by the time I’m done, I get to lick each part of that delicious body separately, at any time I want. If your dick is soft, I won’t do it again.” My jaw was slack in shock from the dirtiness of his words and potential actions.

Dave

I had him right where I want him. The big guy was peering into my soul, but reluctantly turned around. I tore down his pants and boxers, and he gasped but stilled. His ass, hairy like the rest of his body, was tense. Thick muscles held the globes together, even more so when I laid down my hands on them. This was a bubble but in disguise. I massaged each large orb slowly. I saw his dick behind his thick balls start to grow. Then, slap. I hit his thick ass dead center. He jumped a little, but made no attempt to stop me. I rained down fast strikes on his ass.